Bonus Epilogue
Keighley had come to know Dublin very well over the past year.
But she’d come to know Conall even better.
She’d visited him a few times. He’d visited her.
They’d even made a trip to Arizona so he could meet her family.
And, through it all, he’d proven even more incredible than he’d been while planning the event for Sterling Westcott.
She’d landed in Dublin only a couple of hours earlier, which had given her enough time to get to the city center and grab lunch from her favorite Cornish pasty shop.
It was an unusually sunny day, so she ate her midday meal on a bench in St. Stephen’s Green, which was teeming with people soaking up the rare rays.
Keighley snapped a picture and texted it to Conall so he’d know where to meet her.
That had become a fun game between them.
Whenever they arrived for a visit in the other person’s city, they’d send a selfie, and the one hosting was charged with figuring out where they were.
Conall was better at it than she was; he’d grown up in his host city, but she was comparatively new to hers.
The news app on her phone had already adjusted to her location.
The headlines were all focused on Ireland and Europe.
Among them was an article about “American Billionaire Sterling Westcott” being in Dublin, rubbing elbows with the bigwigs in the local tech industry.
The event he’d insulted her over a year ago had clearly been a big success.
“You’re welcome,” she muttered.
“Am I, then?”
Her heart leaped in her chest at the sound of Conall’s voice. He sat next to her at the exact moment she looked up from her phone.
“I wasn’t expecting you for a little while,” she said. “Did your meeting end early?”
“It did.” He leaned closer and dropped his voice to a warm whisper. “Complaining?”
“Not at all.” She kissed him quickly. “I’ve missed you, Conall.”
“The Atlantic’s far too large an ocean.” He set his arm around her.
She leaned into his embrace, and everything was right in the world again.
“I read that Sterling Westcott is in Dublin,” Conall said. “You’re not planning another event for him, are you?”
“He never thanked me for the last one.”
She felt Conall laugh. “I can’t tell you how very unsurprising that is.”
“Please call him an idiot,” Keighley said with a grin. “I love the way you say that.”
He laughed out loud at that. “The man’s an absolute lump.”
“That’s a new one.” She stood and took hold of his hand.
“Amounts to more or less the same thing.” His mischief-maker smile brought out hers.
It was such a different reaction than she’d once had to Sterling’s. The self-absorbed billionaire had given her heart flutters back before she’d really known him. But Conall’s smile warmed her through, grounding her and giving her wings all at the same time.
They walked hand in hand along a park path. It was one of her favorite spots in Dublin. He likely could have guessed she was there even without the selfie to give him a clue. In fact, he had to have already been at St. Stephen’s Green when she’d sent the text to have found her as quickly as he had.
“I have some good news,” she said.
“You being here is the best news,” Conall said.
“Well, then, this is the very best news.”
That pulled his curious, amused gaze to her. “What is it?”
“I’ve been dying to tell you, but I wanted to do it in person.”
His eyes pulled wide in anticipation.
“My visa’s been approved,” she said, bouncing a little with excitement. “I get to stay for months and visit far more often.”
“Keighley.” He didn’t seem to know quite what to say. Conall speechless was something she hadn’t seen yet. “I’ll not have to say goodbye to you in only two weeks, this time?”
She shook her head, not bothering to dampen her excitement.
Conall wrapped his arms around her, lifting her a bit off the ground. “The very, very best news.”
“Because you’ve missed me?”
“Because I’ve loads of events to plan in the next few months.” He shrugged. “If you’re here, I can put you to work.”
Her arms still hooked around his neck, she said, “Conall Malone being all work and no play? That doesn’t sound right at all.”
In undeniably flirty tones, he said, “I’m not unwilling to be persuaded otherwise.”
“Thanks to my shiny new visa, I have plenty of time to be persuasive.”
“I like that.”
He kissed her, truly and fully, heartfelt and sincere. Some people would consider Conall Malone a step down from Sterling Westcott. She had a term for those people: idiots—spoken in an Irish accent, of course.